Dafne White's POV
I watch them debate colors, clothes, and a thousand other things.
“We need to know the s*x,” my mother and Brenda say in unison.
“Please, Daf, why haven't you had an ultrasound at 14 weeks?” I shrug.
“Because I had a bad feeling about getting an ultrasound. I'll get one later. The doctor says it's fine, that the baby is growing super well.” I caress my swollen belly.
We are 18 weeks along according to our calculations, and the truth is that my belly has grown quite a bit.
“Please! I want to know whether to buy a dress or a tuxedo for the little show-off.” I chuckle.
“We have an ultrasound tomorrow. Don't worry, if we can see, I'll tell you. But look, sometimes there are babies whose s*x we don't know until 8 months.” The three of them open their eyes wide in horror
